“I’m going to put you over my knee, punish you, and then use your tight little pussy to pleasure myself with.”
His gaze seems to bathe my body in a comfort I’ve never known. I feel wanted, but despite his words, I feel as though he wants all of me – not just my body. If it was only that, he wouldn’t have bothered opening up to me or connecting to me. If he was a real monster, he could have taken me at any time back home when my mom was gone and blackmailed me into silence.
Ugh, my mom.
The thought is like a splash of cold water to the face. I close my legs and stuff a piece of bacon into my mouth.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“Ugh, I was just thinking,” I mutter as I chew. “What are we going to do about my mom?”
“Well, she’s been cheating on me, and I have proof. So I wouldn’t worry about that.”
“Proof? How do you have proof?”
Baron smiles. “I have pictures. And video.”
I gasp, simultaneously grossed out and excited by the hope that there may be a light at the end of this very strange tunnel.
“You…bugged the house?”
Still grinning, Baron reclines in his chair and hooks his thick arms behind his head. “Just a few rooms. The bedroom and the theater room downstairs. She’ll divorce me, and if she doesn’t give me the terms I want, I’ll take the evidence to a judge.”
“And I’ll…live with you?”
“Of course you will,” Baron says as he leans in to comfort me. His hand on my leg is a strength I don’t possess myself. “You think I would let you stay with a woman who barely even knows her daughter exists?”
He’s right. I know that. But I also know that things with my mom aren’t going to go as smoothly as Baron thinks. He may have evidence, but she isn’t going to let me go that easily.
13
Pixie
As it’s a rare sunny day, Baron and I spend it walking the property. He has something like 100 acres filled with hiking trails through the woods, quiet glades, and two waterfalls, one of them with a lake large enough to swim in. But we don’t, as it’s still too cold out.
“One day we’ll go skinny dipping,” he tells me with a pat on the butt. “And fuck in the sun.”
“You really know how to be romantic, don’t you?”
Baron shrugs and pulls me close. “Only with you.”
“Smooth talker.” I wink.
“It’s true,” he replies. “For example, I also remember you were really in love with working with clay your junior year. Ceramics, right?”
“Yes!” I laugh. “Oh my God, how did you remember that?”
I doubt my mom would even remember that if I brought it up or showed her any of my pieces.
“You think I got to where I am today without paying attention to detail?” His words for some reason have a profound effect on me. It’s the first time in my life anyone’s truly showed an interest in me. I knew Baron liked me, but up until now it was purely physical. “Can you get a degree in that?”
“I think so,” I reply. “But…I dunno. It seems like a stupid thing to major in. Waste of money.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, princess. When you’re as rich as I am, nothing is a waste of money. Especially when it’s being spent on you.”
I’m blushing so hard that I don’t even know what to say. Better try and crack a joke then.
“Does that include a Birkin Bag?”